Professor of LVSS is so cute

Seeing Lily's angry expression, Severus' heart skipped a beat.

He is extremely sensitive to the emotions of the girl in front of him - the most reluctant thing is to make her angry and sad.Now seeing her with such a tight chest, no one knows that someone has slandered her again.Regardless of the students who came out of the greenhouse one after another behind him, he wished that an apparition would fly to the girl he loved.

Fortunately, the upward slope was neither high nor steep, and he walked in front of the Gryffindor prefect in two steps in three steps.

Lily was obviously extremely angry. When she saw him approaching, she couldn't stand firmly, so she asked angrily: "Didn't you promise me to draw a line with those villains? How come you still have correspondence with the Dark Lord's subordinates today?! Don't think you can fool me - Potter says it's the Malfoy golden eagle!"

Severus was flustered by her flushed eyes, and tried to wipe her tears with his sleeve, but she knocked him down.

"Don't touch me!" Lily, who took out her handkerchief and was blowing her nose, turned her face aside, "Don't try to fool me so easily!"

Severus' head was as big as a bucket, and after thinking for a long time, he didn't know how to explain it to Lily. Fortunately, the light and shadow were by his side, and he had overcome the difficulty like a parrot.

"Lily, you know that some students with good grades in the school will receive Christmas invitations from Malfoy's house, right?"

The first sentence caught Lily's attention.

"I received one before the summer vacation, from Malfoy... It was Lucius Malfoy himself who wrote to invite me—"

"You agreed?! Accepted his invitation?" Lily asked repeatedly.

"Yes, I have to agree," Severus just nodded, Lily turned to leave, but Severus grabbed her wrist, "Lily! Don't go! Listen to me and explain to you!"

"Is there anything else to explain, no wonder everyone says I was cheated by you, Severus Snape! You! You are really too much!"

"I didn't lie to you!" Severus was so anxious that his brow was full of sweat, "I was so angry that you wanted to break up with me at that time, and in a fit of anger-- I agreed to the invitation, and then I regretted it It's—I know you don't like this!" Severus said sharply, "Just trying to shirk—"

"Then you shun it?" Lily watched Severus' facial expression suspiciously.

"If I didn't shirk his golden eagle, why would he come to me today?" Severus looked sad, "I risked offending Ma... Lucius Malfoy for you and his invitation, You, you are still like this..."

"Is everything you said true?" Lily's emotions softened.

"I can swear to Merlin," Severus said solemnly, "You know that in the eyes of wizards, Merlin's status is equivalent to the god of Muggles."

While Severus was being tormented by his little green plum, a father and son were talking about him in the Malfoy Manor in Wilshire.

"The letter has been sent?" Abraxas Malfoy, who was lying on the bed with a weak expression, the current patriarch of the Platinum Family asked his son sitting next to him in a hoarse voice.

Lucius carefully brought a glass of honey water to his father's lips, watched him swallow slowly, and then whispered, "I sent it early this morning, I believe he has received it."

"Very good." Abraxas nodded with satisfaction, "You should know the importance of a future potions master with the blood of Prince, in front of him... Luke, put down your arrogance and arrogance towards half-bloods, Malfoy needs a friend like that."

"...Father, is he really worthy of our wooing? Are you sure he can stand up to the height we need?"

Abraxas shook his head, "No, I'm not sure, but someone confirmed it for me."

Lucius' pupils shrank, "Lord?"

He spit out a word almost instinctively.

Just a short sentence made Abraxas feel drowsy, "Yes, I can feel the importance he attaches to that boy... That kind of importance is absolutely extraordinary."

"I know what to do." Lucius nodded seriously.

"Now that the letter has been sent, you should go to Voldemort Manor as soon as possible to inform him that Snape will be certified by Prince during the Christmas holiday, and express your gratitude to the fact that the candidate you recommended appeared in such a mistake." Sorry... Luke, although in the past two years, Lord has become admirable from the heart of his student days, but Lord is Lord, and his essence will not change-don't provoke him, don't make him feel bad about him. You are dissatisfied."

"Yes, Father, I know what to do." Lucius nodded again.

"You're not very good at Occlumency, I'm a little worried...but in the future you'll have to get used to living with Lord without my protection, Luke, the future of the Malfoy family...is in...your...hands ..."

Abraxas' voice gradually weakened, gradually disappearing into silence.

Lucius stared at his father's thin and haggard tired face, carefully covered the slippery bedding, and left the bedroom quietly.After going out, his wife, Narcissa Black, the youngest daughter of the Black family, was looking at her worriedly.

"Cissy." He walked up to hold her cold hand and kissed her cheek, "Don't worry, father is fine, he just fell asleep."

Narcissa's face regained its blood color at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She sighed, snuggled into her husband's arms, and let him carry her downstairs.

"I'm really worried..." Her voice choked up, "I'm really worried..."

"Everything will be fine, Sissy, there is nothing to worry about. You have to believe in your father's willpower. He is so strong and won't let us go." Lucius comforted his wife, letting him The house-elf sent out the robes.

His order made Narcissa's face turn pale again.

"Luke! Where are you going?!" There was a hint of horror in her tone.

"It's just going out to do something about business, don't worry." Lucius comforted his wife vaguely, "I may not come back to use today's dinner, so Dad will ask you to take care of it."

Narcissa used a handkerchief to press the corners of her eyes that got wet at some point, "Don't worry, I will take care of everything." As long as you don't go to the manor's manor.

Walking out of the area where Apparition and Apparition are forbidden at home, Lucius sank his beating heart a little out of order, and stroked a snake-shaped doorkey with a tongue in his hand.

After a whirlwind, Lucius stood on the lawn outside Voldemort's manor.

The lawn in October looks a bit bleak in autumn and winter, but it is still properly trimmed.

There were people everywhere in the manor, but strangely, no sound could be heard.

Both the voice of talking and the sound of walking are artificially blocked.

This added a bit of inexplicable solemnity to this ridiculously large manor.

People who saw Lucius nodded, smiled or greeted him plainly.

No one dared to ignore his existence.

That was one of the benefits of Abraxas being alive.

No one dared to despise the Platinum Patriarch who followed the Demon King all the way, and at the same time, his son was also treated differently by them.

Lucius was quickly summoned by Voldemort in his study.

This is very rare - an honor that is easily missed by others.

The handsome and breathless red-eyed devil sits lazily behind the desk, with his left hand resting on his chest, correcting the documents one by one. On his left shoulder, a small green snake happily spits out a letter to talk to him. Then, the eerie hissing sound echoed in the quiet study.

As soon as Lucius went in, cold sweat dripped down his back.

But the expression on his face couldn't be calmer.

After a respectful salute, Lucius got a chair that belonged to him.

"Tell me, why you came to see me today." Voldemort first asked Lucius about Abraxas's current situation, and then casually turned the conversation to the main topic.

Lucius paused, and after going through the words in his mind several times, he respectfully said that the person he was going to recommend——Severus Snape was going to be assessed by the Prince family during the Christmas holiday come out.As he spoke, he apologized for his lack of consideration, and hoped that the great DarkLord would give him another chance to make amends.

"...I remember that there is no one in the Prince's house." Voldemort finished listening to Lucius' explanation with a blank expression.

Lucius quickly said: "Yes, MyLord, since the old Mr. Prince passed away, the Prince family has indeed passed away—but the ancient magic family always has all kinds of strange abilities, unless a little blood is Not anymore, otherwise the consciousnesses or ghosts in the family who still know how to think will always find ways to let the family pass on."

"What did you find?" Voldemort pointed out sharply.

Lucius replied respectfully: "Oh, my honorable Lord, you are really astute, yes, after receiving Mr. Snape's letter, you specially carried out a small-scale investigation in Hogwarts. Thankfully - our people found something interesting in Professor Slughorn's mind, a ghost claiming to be Prince, but unfortunately - Professor Slughorn's memory cleansing It was so thorough that we couldn't trace the conversations between them."

"You've done well enough," Voldemort looked at Lucius gently, "keep an eye on that little gentleman named Snape, as the next head of the Malfoy family, you should know more about an inheritance than I do." The importance of Prince's future potions master."

Lucius' heart froze, the Lord's words were exactly the same as his father's.

"As soon as he comes out of Prince Manor, regardless of whether he passed the assessment or not, he will be brought to me—wait a minute," Voldemort paused, and he tapped his index knuckles on the mahogany tabletop, "No, he can't Come to Voldemort Manor and inform him yourself when the time comes—I'm going to meet him during Hogsmeade Week."

"Lord! Are you flattering him too much by doing this!?" Lucius was a little uneasy and a little surprised.

"No, although I haven't 'really' seen him yet, I have a hunch," Voldemort's scarlet eyes were faintly bloody, "he deserves it."